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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 633

After a gentle groan, the sword light suddenly appeared.

The next second, the single sword light turned into a rain of swords.

That mass of squirming blood clump was pierced with holes in an instant, and it burst open in the air.

Blood burst out from the countless wounds, gushing into the surrounding densely.

At first glance, anyone would think that a massive sea urchin appeared in mid-air.

Even though the disciples were mentally prepared, their hearts still pounded, and their scalps tingled when they saw the scene.

“Spiritual Blood Formation, activate!”

Jaime slammed his palm down with great force.

In a flash, the array was activated, and a large red light suddenly shone toward the burst of blood in the hall.

The next moment, some of the bloodstains flashed brightly.

“Found it!” Jaime’s eyes flashed with joy, and he pointed at the connection in the void.

The Spiritual Blood Formation made a few clicking sounds and spun at a flat angle.

Soon, the red light burst out again, and the bright luster in the void was like a tree trunk that grew branches, quickly spreading into the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, a large net was formed mid-air.

The big trap was like countless stacked cobwebs, making it impossible for anyone to find the main threads. However, Jaime appeared confident, and he even smiled faintly.

Then, the dense light intertwined in the air gradually disappeared as all the blood dropped to the ground after a burst of crackling sounds.

Caspian noticed that the blood that fell back to the ground turned black.

After sensing it, he found no hint of blood and Qi in the puddle of blood.

‘It seems that Andrew’s Vast Realm of Blood Technique stimulated all the remaining blood and Qi in the blood, which is a bit similar to the kind of pills that stimulates the potential of cultivators in a short time.

The side effect is that it might cause heavy damage to the body due to overstraining the ability,’ Caspian thought to himself.

Caspian glanced at Andrew, who appeared calm after casting the spell.

However, Andrew was a little pale at a closer look.

It was evident that the technique was rather exhausting for him.

Nonetheless, everyone’s attention was on Jaime now.

“How is it?” Emmett was the first to ask.

“I can’t break the formation, ” Jaime replied.

Emmett’s face instantly turned gloomy.

However, Jaime soon added, “But it’s not hard to go through.”

“Then what do you mean you can’t break it!” Emmett’s eyes flashed with anger.

“I said I can’t break the formation.

Besides, no one said we should break the formation to pass through this big hall,” Jaime snorted, “Even an inner disciple who’s a level higher than me can’t break the Thousands of Deadly Swords Array, let alone me.”

Emmett was rendered speechless as he found that he was indeed at fault for not hearing the other party’s words.

Hence, Emmett quickly changed the topic and asked, “How do we go through?”

Jaime smiled, took a small sack from the storage bag, and poured a handful of bright silver powder into his palm.

Emmett wisely remained quiet the entire time.

After all, the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were not good with formations.

That time, Jaime did not set up any more formations but threw the handful of powder directly toward the hall.

After the silver powder was scattered, it quickly fell to the ground.

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